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rougedraconteur · 1 year
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I have a feeling, with Taylor Hanson’s huge recording session coming up, and D’s early and notable involvement, according to Variety, that we will see his birthday evolve into a huge party at the bar with many of these musical folks dropping in to promote this recording. Did he reach out to Harry Styles at his recent L.A. concert? Possibly, though Harry’s team might be reluctant for him to participate in something that could make him a target, being so high-profile. And all his Songwriters, Glee, Broadway pals? Dhani Harrison? Other pop, country, and rock music pals? Didn’t he host some awards this past weekend for the Songwriting industry? I forgot to write down that date.
And Mardi Gras is coming up, he is serving as King for one of the largest parade Krewes, that will most likely be “anniversary party” in NOLA with the “friends” team. That particular Krewe is a huge event, with one of the largest memberships numbering in the thousands, and founded by musicians, like Harry Connick’s family, to be specific. Many of the jazz, blues, Dixieland, zydeco, country, Americana, Cajun, and all other styles of music will be part of that parade and the huge parties that accompany it. We should be seeing a LOT of D coming up, at least what they want us to see. Plenty of opportunities for both staged images, and what will look like bts images, probably with photogs like Jenny Anderson, who normally covers NYC now for him and is part of that NYC “friends” team. Maybe the wedding photog from NOLA will come back into play, it seems like he is building a base team there now, too, showing up recently working on a film crew there with pals like Top Gun Maverick and former Scream Queens star Glen Powell, part of the Murphy stable. NOLA is one of the top 5 film cities, RM has filmed there A LOT, so there are locals at all levels who are qualified for set work and need jobs. If one is trying to break into an indie film market, this would be a good place to start, for movies, tv, documentaries, music videos, you name it.
These Mardi Gras Krewe events are HUGE, with masks and costumes, so virtually anyone can also go unseen if they want to. It’s one of the most unique towns in America, there is a real culture, heirarchy, history there, a freedom and artistry, and people of all kinds are deeply intertwined. And the L.A. events are standard practice: if you wanna keep getting the call, and the cash, you take what they want you to take, make it look like whatever they are selling this week, and stay out of dark corners and back rooms. It may be harder to establish a loyal and dependable team there, since there are so many opportunities and so many paps, but that is becoming a tougher market since the pandemic.
D is making a strong push for Social Justice Influencer in the Music Community. He has already made a lot of friends and key connections in the industry, and is a huge and valuable Connector (Malcolm Gladwell, Tipping Point) of People and Projects; helped and is helping a lot of people on the way up, and fanboys and brings attention for younger audiences for others that may have needed a boost. 2023 is another building block year of events keyed to becoming a John Legend level Music Influencer respected in the industry. He is doing all the grunt work and hustle, not many people work that hard on so many levels, and he is building a strong base of support that lifts all boats.
Disney+, PLEASE film a music series with this guy, he is like a walking music encyclopedia, and his fanboying is contageous. If Derek Hough can travel the world exploring dancing for Nat Geo (though I have yet to see any of it), then absolutely D can showcase music.
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daretosnoop · 3 years
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Chapter 6: Partners
Chapter 5
Henry had struggled to work for the rest of the evening. Nancy’s words got stuck into his head. He always knew what he had with Summer was, well, it wasn’t right—but every relationship had its own sense of balance. Maybe, this was just his and Summer’s? But, he had been quick to isolate Summer as someone he was close to. Why? He was always desperate to please Summer and found happiness whenever it would work. Summer’s smiles and laughs were rare, but they were worth it. But was she his friend? What even is a friend when you’re an adult?
Nancy seemed to sense his displeasure with their conversation. She’d tried to bring him into her investigation, but Henry declined. She then tried to suggest playing a game, but Henry declined that too. So she left him alone, and now Henry could hear her laughing with Renee as they ate dinner. One half of him wanted to join in on their conversation. What could be so funny that Renee was laughing? Henry never saw her so much as smile when it was just the two of them. Later, Nancy came in to inform him of the dinner plate they left aside for him. She tried again to engage Henry in some activity, but gave up when she saw Henry’s face. Her badgering, it reminded him of Ned. He’d also chased after Henry, insisting that Henry joined him for lunch or for a study session. Ned was the only classmate that was close in age to Henry. His friendliness and age gave Henry no excuse to avoid spending time with him, but he did—because Summer told him to. And now he was denying Nancy’s friendship, but Summer wasn’t here.
After Henry spoke to Summer, she’d gone quiet. Not a text or phone call. He’d text her how was her day, what she was up to, but Summer either didn’t respond or just sent some emoji. Henry tried to call her once, but she didn’t pick up. So he left her alone. Now, sitting on his bed, he scrolled through past messages, wondering if he said something to hurt her, or if she didn’t like him anymore and refused to talk to him. God, please don’t let come to that. Nancy’s words filtered in again, One of you will tire of the other and end the relationship. Henry moved a hand through his hair and tossed his phone to the side. He was just tired.
There was a rustling in the wall and as Henry looked up, he saw the wall move! The Whispers rushed in and filled his mind with indecipherable words. The wall swung open like a door and out stepped Nancy, looking surprised. Before he could speak, before he could even think of speaking, Nancy’s face turned into a smile.
“Henry!” she said, excitement bursting from her voice. “You won’t believe what I’ve found out”.
“The door to Narnia it seems,” was all Henry managed to utter out. Immediately he chastised himself for being too harsh, but Nancy just laughed.
“Looks like it, right? No, I found your uncle’s study. His secret study”.
What?
Nancy read his expression. “Ya, I know,” she said and dragged him out of the bed and into the study. “This is just something you gotta see for yourself. Prepare yourself, I got more discoveries coming”.
Stumbling after Nancy, Henry’s jaw dropped as he took in the scene before him. There was dust and dirt everywhere. The room looked like shambles, a storage room. Nancy burst forth into an explanation of what she found out about his uncle and Dr. Buford. They were in some krewe called the Jolly Rogers. She told him that she learned that Bruno had acquired a skull.
“He believes it’s the true genuine Whisperer skull,” she said with animated eyes and her hands waved about as she described the case the skull was in. “We found it at Zeke’s, but Henry that’s not all, look at this photograph,” she passed him a photo of what looked like a younger Bruno Bolet and skeleton people?
“See,” she said pointing to the skull people. “That’s the same skull man I saw when I entered the house. I’m sure your uncle used to be one of them. Renee mentioned that she saw them too, but I guess she didn’t know your uncle was in a krewe. And look,” she passed him a calendar book. “There’s a date set for 4 days from now. Your uncle was planning to go to some place exactly near where Bess and I are staying. Do you know what this all means, Henry?” She looked at him eagerly.
It was too much, way too much to handle, and he honestly did not know what it all meant.
“You were right?” he guessed in a weak voice. “My uncle was in a cult”.
“Well, kind of, I guess,” Nancy said, then she shook her head and pulled out her phone. She showed him the photos of the note from the person Bruno purchased the skull and the case the skull was stored in.
“It means that Bruno was hiding the skull!”
“But, why?”
With Henry’s question, Nancy immediately sobered and stood a bit away from Henry. She looked at him hesitantly.
“Henry, do you hear voices sometimes?”
Henry stiffened at her question, an act Nancy noticed.
“You do,” she said softly. “So, it’s true. My god, it’s true”.
“What’s true?” Henry cried out, frustrated with being kept in the dark.
Nancy didn’t say anything. She just handed him a book and told him to read it. She then moved away towards the skee ball machine and tinkered with it. Realizing that she was not going to explain herself, Henry opened the book and read his uncle’s letter. When he finished, he shut the book and tossed it on the table. He then leaned over his legs and laced his hand behind his neck. I’m not losing it. I’m not losing it. I’m not losing it. He was losing it. It was too much. His uncle was asking for too much, and Henry didn’t even like him. Why should he do anything his uncle wanted? Just finish the damn accounts and go! Summer’s right, don’t waste time on a person who gave you nothing and just—he stopped his thought and a smile forced itself out. His life was a riot.
He looked up and noticed that Nancy had her back to him, still giving him privacy. She had her trench coat on again. What’s she planning now? A feeling came over Henry. He didn’t know why, didn’t even want to know why. All he knew in that moment was that he wanted to join her on the investigation. He hated his uncle, was angry with him. But he could not shout at the dead—though they made their voices plenty heard. Speaking of which, it seemed that the entire Bolet family was one certificate of prestige away from being locked up in an asylum. It didn’t surprise Henry to learn about being able to hear ghosts. No point in being scared in the everyday occurrence. The Whispers, now ghosts, fell into a quiet murmur when Henry read the journal, as if they were anxious to how he would react. Alright, I’m here, he thought. What do you guys need? It seemed to work because they hummed about in his mind. Henry laughed to himself. Here he was, consoling the dead.
Henry got up, stuffed his hands into his dress pant and shuffled over to Nancy.
“So now what?” He asked when she didn’t start talking.
“Well,” she started slowly. “It depends on what you want. This case is not really mine anymore”.
Henry stared hard at Nancy. She returned his gaze.
“So I’m guessing you know what I did”.
“I’m guessing you needed the money for Summer?”
“Any questions?”
“Not really, you’re in the clear now that I know you can’t be the skeleton man”.
“You suspected me?” Henry asked and raised his eyebrows.
“Of course,” Nancy said smugly. She picked up a ball and rolled it across the skee ball runway.
“So my family are ghost whisperers. There’s an actual skull whisperer, and my uncle wants me to have it because it will give me some knowledge?”
Nancy rolled another two balls before she answered.
“No Henry,” her voice was deep and reflected her somber face. “There’s more”.
“There’s something more important than the supernatural existing?”
His question broke a smile across Nancy’s face and she exhaled a laugh through her nose. She threw another two balls and then turned to look at Henry.
“Your uncle was probably murdered”.
“Excuse me?”
Nancy tossed a ball up into the air and caught it. She repeated the action as she spoke.
“I looked into the skull. It’s reputed to give people immortality, and it had a history of all its owners being murdered. I asked a reliable source about the skull. Turns out she had previously spoken to your uncle, and she believes that your uncle’s death might have been planned”.
“My uncle died of a heart attack”.
“Yes, but there were two people nearby when it happened. Renee and Gilbert”.
“Are you saying that they killed my uncle?”
Nancy shrugged and rolled the ball she played catch with down the ramp.
“Who knows Henry”.
“So there’s a chance he might not have been murdered?”
Nancy made a face at that and Henry realized she was dead serious. Now he understood why she placed the choice in his hands. An investigation into murder, without any police help— it was all based on a hunch, her hunch. They could also end up dead. He realized she was asking him whether he even wanted to investigate into his uncle’s death. He smiled softly and crossed his arms.
“So? What’s our next move?” he asked again. This time he wore a fond, if exasperated, expression on his face.
Nancy gave him a sly grin and rolled the last skee ball she had. “Now, we look for the skull”.
She brought Henry over to the cupboard that stood against the wall and explained that Bruno had hid twenty-five eyes around. Apparently they led to the skull. She even showed him the clues he gave for some of the eyes. As she explained, Henry couldn’t help scoffing at the ridiculousness of it all. There were ghosts. He heard them. He was not insane. His uncle might have been murdered. They were looking for a skull. He was a thief, and Nancy was a bad girlfriend. What on earth was about to get unburied? He didn’t know, and for once, he wanted to find out.
 “Don’t you think it’s a bit cuckoo to assume that we’re supposed to be looking for eyes?” Henry asked as they stood in front of a grandfather clock. “I mean, what if eyes were some kind of key or clue to a key?”
Nancy moved her head from side-to-side, indicating that she thought the same.
“Did your uncle have an obsession with eyes?”
“No. He was a dentist”.
“Right. He chose the wrong occupation”.
“He did have a glass eye though,” Henry added, remembering the first time he saw his uncle’s glass eye. It was the first thing he noticed about his uncle when he came to pick Henry up from foster care. After his parents died, there was a short gap between the funeral and coming to the manor during which Henry stayed in foster care. When his uncle came for him, all Henry noticed was that one eye did not follow him. He always regretted the face he must have shown to his uncle. It was a bad first impression, not to mention the insensitivity, and even though uncle Bruno gave no indication that Henry’s reaction bothered him, Henry always wondered whether his reaction impacted their relationship.
“Of course he had a glass eye,” Nancy said and they shared and amused look.
“So,” Henry said, gazing back at the clock with hands on his hips. “What do we do here?”
“Well,” Nancy began as she shuffled through the journal. There were three entries for the first puzzle. Each contained a short story and nothing more.
“I’m guessing the stories tell us something on what we should do with the clock”.
Nancy read the first story aloud.
At exactly midday the teacher said to his class, “what time will it be when three hours have passed”. Let’s pretend it’s that time and move ahead two hours more. And from there let’s say that it’s nine hours before. If, six hours before then we’d made note of the time, what time would it be if we’d moved ahead nine? His students wrote down 6 numbers in all. Then went back to their daydreams of things big and small.
“Makes no sense,” Henry remarked.
“Hold on, hold on,” Nancy reread the story and traced certain words. “Do you see here,” she said pointing to numeric words. “The story is weird, but it has words that indicate numbers. See here, midday becomes twelve. Three hours pass, so from 12 we move three hours. Then we move ahead another two hours”.
“And so we should get 12—3—5—8—2—11,” Henry finished and started to move the hour hand in that order. The gears of the clock whirred to life and from the cuckoo bird door emerged a glass eye. Tentatively, Henry reached for it. It was cool to the touch. He turned towards Nancy and saw that she had opened her bag for him. He placed the eye in and they looked at the next story.
“I’m guessing we just repeat what we did before,” Nancy said before launching into the second story. They pulled out two more sets of numbers and two more eyes.
“Three out of twenty-five so far”.
“No,” Henry said. “Four out of twenty-five”.
Nancy looked perplexed and then it hit her. “The eye in the desk drawer!”
Now it was Henry’s turn to look at her perplexed. “How do you know about that one?”
“Well, I snooped around your desk—“
“You snooped around uncle Bruno’s desk?” Henry exclaimed.
Nancy shrugged and Henry gave way to a burst of chuckles.
“You really are the real deal Nancy”.
“What can I say, nothing gets in between me and a mystery”.
 They shuffled over to the desk and Henry opened the drawer and detached the glass eye from its keychain. Nancy flipped through the journal and looked around the room.
“There’re a few eyeballs here,” she said and moved towards the bookcase with tooth stands. Henry followed after her and peered into the book she held up.
“Your uncle logged some of the work he did. I’m guessing it somehow relates to this bookcase”.
“This seems like a violation of patient confidentiality,” Henry remarked and Nancy grinned.
“Probably”.  
Nancy looked at Henry.
“Your ghosts say anything?”
Henry raised an eyebrow, “Don’t think I can just call them to me and ask questions. I’m not a necromancer”.
“Have you tried?”
“Not really,” Henry looked uncomfortable.
“Hey, if you’re unsure or haven’t gotten used to there being ghosts, then don’t force yourself”. Saying so, Nancy linked her arm around Henry’s and dragged him towards the living room.
“I wanted to know your opinion on something”. She opened the door to the secret passage and brought Henry towards the lens.
“There’s a lens here that zooms in on a book. Know anything about it?”
Henry peered through the lens and saw the book Nancy was talking about. Nothing came to mind and he shook his head. He then realized something.
“Is this were you overhead my conversation with Summer?”
Nancy nodded and Henry gave a deep sigh and moved out towards the living room. He saw the Bolet family portraits and moved towards them. He recognized his parents, but it saddened him when he realized that this portrait and his last memory of them barely differed. He didn’t see his uncle, or at least, he didn’t recognize him. Then again, aside from his parents, Henry could not name any of the family members on the wall. He looked at his father. So you had the same ability I do. What would you have taught me?
Henry closed his eyes and tried to get a feel to see if there were any ghosts about. All he felt was the emptiness surrounding him. Embarrassment flooded in and he opened his eyes, turned around and saw he was all alone.
 Nancy knew it was best to leave Henry alone while he stared at his family portraits. Old families tended to have walls filled with portraits. She remembered when she went to Blackmoor manor in England and met a young girl who felt alone in a manor filled with unfamiliar and intangible faces.
When she turned around to give Henry privacy, she caught Renee slipping up the stairs. Curious, she slowly followed Renee up to her room. Renee had left her room door open just a crack. Nancy slipped to the floor and peered through the cracks. Renee was sitting on her bed with a book and had an assortment of bottles and other knickknacks all around her. She lifted different potions up to her nose and took in a deep breath. She then opened her pouch necklace and put in pinches of stuff into the pouch. Then, she packed everything up and went to bed. Nancy started to back away when, out of the corner of her eye, she swore she saw the rocking chair move and the doll turn towards her. Nancy felt chills run down her neck and she backed away, rushed down the stairs and crashed into Henry.
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The Kuno Family
KUNO KREW
As I sit here staring out of my living room window, I can’t help but think how blessed I am. To have this beautiful house, land, and family of mine. There is something so comforting about fall time, that warms my heart and my soul. Maybe it’s the fall tree colors - changing our scenery from green to different shades of yellows, oranges, and red? Or maybe it’s this hot cocoa I am drinking? Or the autumn candle I am burning? Or maybe it’s a combination of it all. Fall time is one of my favorite seasons. Especially because I get to enjoy and laugh with families such as the Kuno’s!
I have known the Kuno family for quiet some time, however became very close to Crystal (and her younger daughter Alexa) when I worked with them at Northwest Steel Fabrication. I loved every morning when Alexa would run through the walls of work, come straight into my office and give me a big hug! She also was a huge fan of Buster (my dog) who would occasionally come to work as my assistant. I worked alongside Crystal. We had many laughs and lots of memories. One thing I adore about her is her is how hard of a worker she is and how awesome of a mother she is! The girl is juggling around sooo many children and working full time. She is nuts! I would go coo-coo if I were here lol I have mad respect for her.
The Kuno family came out to my house for their session. Mainly because the scenery is unbeatable. We had such a blast hiking around and laughing at each and every one of us. The kiddos, they are hilarious. It is always a great time with them all! I look forward to seeing them again soon.
Take a look at their sneak peeks …
https://wildwoodmediacompany.passgallery.com/-thekunosfamily/sneakpeek
-Katrina
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